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Eren, 17, student. Not gay, definitely not gay (at least that's what he says). Known as "The fuck-up" has to work every night of his god damn life to deliver pizza in an attempt to make enough money for him and Mikasa to get by on their own since their dad abandoned them. The shitty tiny apartment is what he calls his hell hole. He hates school, he hates work, he hates his life but he wants to make it better some day. One particular night, a customer calls a couple of minutes before the Pizzeria closes to place an order. Eren is pissed off, to say the least. Until that stranger opens the door of his house and grabs him by the shirt. (PS: Let me just be concerned, as I list relationships for this fic, that I see levi x shrek appear.........) Tumblr: Hikarimitsuko

Everyone in the After knows there's a curfew. It's an unspoken, unofficial rule that everyone follows. From eight at night until eight in the morning you had to be inside a secure shelter. Well, technically you didn't have to...but if you didn't you would either get killed, eaten, or dismembered to the point where you died before anyone found you. What killed you if you were out after curfew? Why, the Beasties of course. The After is after the bombing of the whole Earth. Only a few hundred survived, currently scattered throughout the world. Stella Thorn is one of those few. She lives in a Rubble City in what was known as California in the Before. She is finally starting to survive just fine, getting used to her way of life, creating a schedule, when a Wanderer comes to town. Will he change her life forever? Does he have secrets about the Bombing that no one could ever imagine? {SORRY, ON HOLD} **Highest Ranking #46 in Adventure as of 7/3/16** (somehow)